It was very lonely on the turbid sword platform.

One ping, one stream, one spring, one person.

The loneliness that is inaccessible to all the winds in the world.

Autumn water, with white hair spread like snow, sat quietly by the clear spring.

Just like the tallest Tsing Yi standing in the world back then.

But Tsing Yi has seen the world for decades, so he took the sword and left, and since then he has not asked the first in the world.

And Qiushui has been seen for a thousand years, but it is still confined to the high cliff.

In this millennium.

Sitting alone on a lonely cliff, what Qiushui once thought, the world no longer knows.

It's just that occasionally someone has seen the woman who is already as green as snow, and occasionally she has sat on the edge of a high cliff, silently watching the wind and snow in the world.

Many stories are no longer known to the world.

But Cong Blade still knows.

Because many years ago.

He was also a witness to those stories.

I've seen some cries on the banks of the Nanyi River.

I've heard of the big dream on the cliff.

It's just that in the next nearly 1,000 years, the autumn water has never descended the cliff again.

Cong Jian stepped over those sword ladders with a square inch sword and walked up to the turbid sword platform, the white-haired woman sat by the clear spring in such a cold and lonely manner.

The stream beside him gurgled from the clear spring and flowed down the cliff.

Before Cong Blade could speak, the Fang Cun sword in his arms had already unsheathed on its own, lingering on the turbid sword platform, constantly emitting the sound of sword roars.

Lingtai square inch.

The town cliff double sword of the sword cliff was sharpened back then.

But now these two swords have gone to the world.

The Sword Grinding Cliff may no longer need a sword.

Qiushui, who was sitting by the clear spring, quietly turned his eyes to look at the sword that had been lost in Huangliang, and then calmly withdrew his gaze.

Autumn water and square inches are naturally never familiar.

Even if it's a spiritual platform.

Since many years ago, when Hongyi chose to hand over his biological daughter to the demon ancestor and turned into a demon on the bank of the Qiushui River, Qiushui has been unfamiliar with many things.

So her name is not orange.

She is not the descendant of the lazy white clothes in the world back then.

She is just Qiushui, a demon who came to the high cliff from the bank of the Qiushui River.

When Qiushui saw Fang Cun, he knew who the person who came.

But she didn't look back, just quietly looked at the clear spring, folded her hands and sat down.

Cong Jian didn't speak, nor did he pay attention to the lonely chirping on the high cliff, crossed the autumn water, and walked towards the cliff facing the East China Sea.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, holding his hands like a teenager, hanging his legs.

There is a sunset on the seashore in the distance.

Maybe like a sweet sugar gourd.

It's just that there is no wind, and there is no sound.

Silence.

After a long time, Cong Jian chuckled and said, "Senior sister, don't you think it's too lonely on the Sword Cliff?" ”

Qiushui looked up and quietly looked at the blade on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sword that came out of his back.

Then he said softly: "When you hear the voice of the world, you will always think about going to the world, so you can't hear anything, and it is naturally the best." ”

Cong Jian looked at the vast sea and said with a smile: "If you really don't hear it, you won't see it, how could so many stories happen on the Sword Cliff back then?" ”

Qiushui was silent, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Because they are still living in the shadow of Nanyi." ”

When Cong Blade heard this, he smiled rather sarcastically, then restrained his smile and said extremely calmly: "Not only them, but also us. ”

Cong Blade turned his head, the light of the morning sun on the seaside was very warm, but it was cold on the cliff.

There may have been a lot of coldness on Cong Blade's expression.

It's completely different from the appearance of being lazy and lazy all day long in Nanyi City.

Perhaps on this high cliff, which has been silent for a thousand years, people will remember a lot of fear.

"Everyone lives in the shadow of Nanyi as a matter of course, Qiushui. Including you, including me, including Kamigawa. Even those of us who have never lived through that era. ”

Breaking through the sky.

This is the deepest impression left by this high cliff to the world more than 1,000 years ago.

Cong Blade said extremely calmly, "It's just that we have become cowards. We sat with our backs to the shadows and pretended never to know many of the stories. ”

Qiushui looked down at the clear spring and said softly, "Yes." ”

Unlike Cong Blade, she was on this high cliff back then, knowing how Cong Zhongxiao hid a sword, and with the eighth senior brother of the Sword Grinding Cliff, the person who was called the demon ancestor by the world, went to the East China Sea for 490,000 miles.

I have also seen the huge wind and snow in the world after the sword was unsheathed.

It was also here that she learned many cruel stories from the Demon Ancestor before her soul returned to the River Styx.

Qiushui lowered his head, looked at the cliffs and grass, and said nothing.

Cong Blade turned his head and looked at Donghai quietly.

It took a long time before Qiu Shui raised his head, looked at Cong Blade's back calmly, and said slowly, "Is your sword not drawn?" ”

The implication is that it's time for you to recuperate.

Cong Blade lowered his head, looked at the sword in his heart, and said calmly, "This is a trivial matter. ”

For Cong Blade, this is indeed a trifle.

It is very simple to draw the sword from the heart.

The real trouble is the sword intent that is stuck in the heart.

Qiushui looked at Cong Jian quietly and asked, "What's the big deal?" ”

Cong Jian didn't answer, he looked at the sea for a long time on the edge of the cliff, then stood up, walked towards the autumn water, stopped in front of the clear spring, looked down at the spring water that kept gushing out of the spring, and said softly, "This is a big deal." ”

Qiushui does not look at the world, nor does it look at fate.

So she didn't quite understand what Cong Blade's words meant.

Cong Blade sat down by the fountain and looked towards the south of the earth.

There may be a drizzle there.

There will be some more stories going on.

"I'm not sure what's going to happen next, so I'll have to see."

Cong Jian looked at Qiushui for a long time, looked at her long hair like snow, seemed to be a little sentimental, and said softly.

"You're dying, senior sister."

There was less loneliness on the cliff.

It seems that some wind is blowing in.

Qiushui turned his head and looked at the south of the world as well.

......

Zebian is miserable.

The blue-gray taro leaves churned in the wind, and the sound was like a sea.

Nandao held an umbrella and walked quietly in the sea of taro that no one had visited, and the rain that fell from the taro leaves had already soaked his clothes, so that even if he walked under the umbrella, his whole body was dripping wet.

The sword in the hand too.

The April rain fell down the edge of the umbrella, dripping onto the blade of the sword, and down the blue-black blade.

It's very lonely.

Nandao didn't know where Hua Wuxi was in the taro sea.

So he held his sword tightly and walked all the way in the direction of Daze's side.

There seemed to be some strange sounds in the wind and rain, like the water of some big river, and the appearance of countless boats.

Nandao didn't know what it was, so he walked forward vigilantly.

The Parrot Island behind him also broke away, with sword intent, surrounding him, alerting him to all possible attacks.

But after walking for a long time, nothing happened, and all the sounds dissipated.

It's just that the sound of the wind blows through the taro sea in the rain and goes towards the world.

The wind is coming from the south.

So those taro leaves are pouring over the face of the South Island.

Nandao silently held his sword, chopped the taro leaves, and walked forward.

The sound of the wind blowing the taro leaves seemed to be much quieter.

So Nandao knew that there might be Daze ahead.

Holding the umbrella and stopping in place, Nandao looked down at the peach blossom sword in his hand, and looked at the words carved by himself on the sword on the shore of Jingsi Lake.

Nandao suddenly regretted that he couldn't write a letter for Ratrats to send to the East China Sea.

What would you probably write yourself?

If I can't come back this time.

Then you will forget me, sir.

Nandao thought like this, and felt very hypocritical.

So he didn't think about it anymore, just clenched his sword and umbrella, and walked towards the edge of the taro sea.

Everything in front of me finally became sparse, and in the interlaced cracks of those taro leaves, you could faintly see a piece of Daze in the wind and rain.

The South Island stopped again.

Although he was calm when he talked about those things with Hua Wuxi.

But how does the story happen.

He didn't know.

Nandao looked up at the umbrella in his hand, and then turned back, as if he wanted to see the East China Sea and the world to the north.

It's a pity that you can't see anything.

So Nandao turned around and calmly walked out of the Taro Sea.

As Hua Wuxi said, Daze is miserable and miserable, and there is a line between water and sky in the world.

The figure in a wide robe stood quietly on the edge of the river.

"You hesitated for a long time."

Hua Wuxi stood in the distance and said slowly.

Nandao looked at him quietly and said without concealment: "Yes." ”

"You're scared."

"Yes."

Hua Wuxi chuckled softly.

Minamijima didn't smile, just looked at him quietly.

Everything is a fact, and there is no need to deny it.

Hua Wuxi turned his head and looked at the umbrella that Nandao held tightly, and also looked at the blue-black sword that Nandao held in his hand, and the parrot continent that had passed through Hua Wuxi's eyebrows hovering around him.

"Did you drink today?"

Hua Wuxi looked at Parrot Island and remembered the sword in the alley that night.

Nandao whispered, "I didn't have time to drink." ”

Hua Wuxi sighed and said, "It's a pity. ”

"What a pity?"

"Without that sword, you are indeed very weak."

Hua Wuxi said calmly, standing there quietly, no witch river spreading out, no witch ghost power surging.

This is a story of great disparity.

Just as Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to beat the little boy Hulu, Hulu naturally had no room to fight back.

But Nan Dao still clenched his sword, looked at Hua Wuxi and said very sincerely: "A sword cultivator, no matter how clumsy the sword is, it is impossible to only have one sword." ”

Hua Wuxi turned around, stood in the wind and rain in Daze, looked at Nandao quietly, and said nothing.

So Nandao clenched his sword and walked towards Hua Wuxi with the sword wind.

There is a vast line in the world.

The young man walked away with his sword in the wind and rain.

The stream of vitality in the sea of gods continued to decrease, and thousands of isolated islands swirled backwards, transporting those vitality out, and in the hands of Nandao, more heaven and earth vitality was being pulled, growing with sword momentum and full of sword intent.

Teenage Nandao seems to have finally learned how to make his sword faster.

So the sword wind dispersed the wind and rain, and the blue-black sword passed through the blue-gray taro sea in an instant, and went to the flower Wuxi, which stood quietly on the edge of the river.

It's not a sword that pierces flowers.

But from the sword that pierces the flowers.

Just as the grinding sword cliff is the founding sword sect of the way of sword intent.

But the most basic sword is a fast sword in the world without any vitality and sword intent.

A good sword is sharpened.

There was a faint scorching aura on the peach blossom sword, and the rain that occasionally dripped on the sword body was instantly evaporated.

That sword instantly appeared in front of Hua Wuxi.

Then he stabbed on the power of the witch and ghost that surged out, and avoided the wind and rain, but the power of the witch and ghost did not.

The extremely fast sword fell into the envelopment of the power of the witch ghost, and instantly lost all sharpness of its intent.

It's like being thrown into a quagmire.

Nandao did not hesitate, but he directly let go of the peach blossom sword in his hand, grasped the parrot island that followed, stepped on the wet and soft sand on the edge of the river, and stabbed out with a sword again.

Hua Wuxi still calmly looked at the young man holding a black umbrella in front of him.

It is handsome to change the sword in an instant.

But in the end, it's nothing more than the fact that the other hand can't be released.

Parrot Island also approached Hua Wuxi in an instant, and came straight to the center of his eyebrows, just like a sword that night.

Hua Wuxi looked at the sword in silence, as if he remembered something painful again, so he didn't avoid it, but raised his hand, and countless witch and ghost powers attached to it, grasping the sword body.

"This sword." Hua Wuxi looked at Nandao deeply, and the power of the witch and ghost in his hand crushed away. "I don't like it."

Nandao naturally doesn't care whether Hua Wuxi likes it or not.

Maybe he won't like anything.

and will not rejoice in any way.

Therefore, he held the sword, surrounded by the sword wind, and he was about to retreat, but as if he was outside Nanyi City, the sword was held in his hand, but it was like taking root, and it was difficult to pull it out.

The power of those witches and ghosts crushed towards Parrot Island mercilessly.

However, Parrot Island is not a peach blossom sword.

This sword, which was fished out of the great lake full of sword intent, naturally did not let out a painful wail like the peach blossom sword.

On the contrary, when the power of the witch and ghost surged, the scribbled parrot island on the sword suddenly circulated a lot of inexplicable sword intent, and the sword intent fell to the sword body, but it cut off all the power of the witch and ghost in Hua Wuxi's palm, and Nandao successfully retreated.

However, Nandao's successful escape made Hua Wuxi feel a little more angry.

He stepped forward, closing in on the South Island.

Nandao let go of Parrot Island again, and the peach blossom sword, which was no longer restricted, fell into Nandao's hands again.

Hua Wuxi felt that this was a very stupid thing.

Parrot Island is naturally much stronger than the peach blossom sword that has broken out a few holes.

But the South Island naturally has its own ideas.

When Hua Wuxi was approaching in the wind and rain with the power of witches and ghosts, Nandao clenched his sword and stepped on countless rains, and a sword slashed towards Hua Wuxi.

The power of the witch and ghost in front of Hua Wuxi's body surged, but he directly flew out of the sword along with Nandao.

"You ....."

Hua Wuxi wanted to taunt her, but before she finished speaking, her expression changed.

There was a resolute sword wind coming behind him, and Hua Wuxi hurriedly turned around, but those sudden swords still broke through the power of the sorcerers who were negligent in defense, and wiped Hua Wuxi's face away.

The man in white, the peach blossom holding the parrot island in his hand, stood between the South Island and the flower Wuxi, the peach blossoms on his face swaggered in the wind and rain, and countless rains slipped down along the peach petals, and he couldn't see what his look was, and then disappeared again on the side of Daze.

Hua Wuxi raised his hand to caress his face, but his fingertips were a little bloody.

looked at the blood in silence, and then raised his eyes to Nandao, Hua Wuxi's expression finally became indifferent.

"I don't want to play anymore, South Island."

Nandao stood up with the peach blossom sword, stood under the umbrella and coughed, looked at Hua Wuxi and asked, "Why?" ”

"Because the color of blood reminds me of a lot of things that I can't be happy about."

Hua Wuxi said calmly, and then the mighty power of the witch and ghost finally spread.

Full of wind and rain, thousands of taro bend their waists.

It's just the son who dies.

It's just that the son who once held the head of his soul on the Wu River is not sad.

Whoever owns this body inherits the Wu River.

It's the witch.

Of course the South Island knows.

So he didn't care if Hua Wuxi was happy or not.

Just before everything falls in the direction you least want to see.

Try it out as much as you can.

Nandao held the Peach Blossom Sword, and the Parrot Continent that had been used by Peach Blossom also returned to his side again, floating with a lot of sword intent.

Hua Wuxi, with the power of the mighty witch ghost, calmly stepped through the wind and rain on the edge of the river, and walked towards the South Island.

Those sword intent sword momentum around Nandao's body were crushed the moment they touched those powers.

Nandao seems to have known that he has reached a dead end, and has not fled again.

Just holding the sword, standing under the umbrella, quietly watching the figure that came with suffocating power.

"Is there anything in this world that can make you happy?"

South Island asked a question.

Hua Wuxi said calmly: "Maybe there were, but now there is none." ”

Nandao sighed softly, let go of the sword in his hand, let it fall, stuck in front of him, looked at Hua Wuxi, who had already walked in front of him, and said softly: "Don't force me." ”

Hua Wuxi stood in front of Nandao and said with a sarcastic smile: "Do you still have a sword?" ”

Nandao was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Maybe there are really still them, but I don't really want to use them." ”

Hua Wuxi looked at the young man who was close at hand, looked at his black umbrella, and said slowly, "Why?" ”

Nandao did not answer, but lowered his head and looked at his left hand.

"The story has always been similar."

Nandao whispered, and then suddenly stopped, turning his head to look at the green mountains in the distance.

Hua Wuxi also looked over.

In the wind and rain in the green mountains, thousands of boats carried countless people returning from the River Styx towards Nanyi City.

Or more than just a thousand boats.

There are countless 500,000 soldiers walking in the green mountains in the world of wind and rain.

Nandao looked at the other side in a daze, silent for a long time, and seemed to have finally made some decisions.

Turning his head, he looked at Hua Wuxi, who was suffocating with the power of a witch and ghost in front of him, took a deep breath, and said softly: "It's not just you who wants to stay away from Nanyi City. ”

Nan Dao calmed down, looked at the umbrella in his hand, and said very gently.

"I'm not the only one living under the umbrella."